Cassiel

She never tasted something so close, and yet so far away. The temptation was there, and of course, Lust didn’t want to use her abilities, she didn’t want to use her charm just yet. She wanted to see how long it took for the angel to give in, to let herself succumb to the desires, to what was staring at her right in the face. The close proximity was enough for Lust to even make that vision come true, and for a small second she could see that the angel contemplated it, that she thought about it. Could Lust very well embody everything that this angel could ever want? there was time, always time, and patience was something Lust had, but not everyone could wait. Still, Lust wasn’t one to let it linger, so she rested both of her hands on each side of the stool that the angel was sitting on. Pulled the stool to bring the brunette closer. Blue eyes meeting the other, and Lust glanced at the angel’s lips once again. Leaning forward, this time, she let her lips touch the other, not fully giving her a kiss, but letting her feel the sensation of their lips touching. oh she could feel the spark. she aimed to leave a kiss on the corner of the angel’s mouth.

Lust was not one to be subtle, but something told her that it needed to start this way, especially if she wanted to have her way with the angel. This was their purpose was it not? to tempt, to anger, to make others feel jealous, to not back down, each sin played a role. “A line that is true, and used on those that are worthy of it.” she replied nonchalantly. To be honest, Lust enjoyed watching others ruin themselves, that if and when she was interested in another, she didn’t need to lie, if her focus was on the angel, then the angel would get her undivided attention. “New, in the sense that….” she tilted her head, and smiled “…i’ll leave it up to you to decide.” she chuckled not revealing an answer, after all, the angel asked if she grew tired of the same games, when one fights back, it makes it all the worthwhile.

There was something almost---infuriating, about Lust’s advances. How she could just nonchalantly push and push with no care for consequence. This is what she did after all; Cassiel knew she was just one of many. Indulgence was a dangerous thing. Perhaps this was all a test, but if so it was one her father had set her up to fail. He’d created her for war, for death; instead left babysitting and bored, surely He must have known the sort of trouble she’d get herself into. The brunette had never been as black and white as her siblings, especially after being forced to live in the grey, smudged lines between the two...Before she knew it, the blonde was in her space again. Red lips pressed to the corner of her mouth hadn’t been something she expected, yet it still took more effort than she cared to admit not to lean in; to press back. Instead she remained unmoving. Not reciprocating, but not pulling away like she knew she likely should -- An unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, she was finally starting to understand such a paradox. Lust was...something, and she would be lying if she didn’t admit the woman intrigued her. Cassiel had always believed the seven ‘deadly’ sins somehow coincided with her own seven siblings. One for each of them, as it were; a physical embodiment of something they kept buried in the light. Pride had been her sister’s -- perhaps Lust was hers. 

Cassiel managed to remain relatively composed until the chuckle, the smugness behind her blasé tone. What was it about vexing blondes and her inability to keep a modicum of self-control? Although not verbally responding to it, such a concept coupled with what felt like losing control over this entire situation had a sudden, impulsive instinct running through her mind. Screw it. She was not some innocent wallflower to be walked over. Pressing forward before any form of logical thought had time to process, bringing their lips together once more, she starting slow and slightly intermittent before taking it up a notch. A hand coming up to tangle in blonde tresses and keep the woman in place as she deepened the kiss. Allowing some of the frustration to bleed into her sudden advance, it gave Cass an indifference to whomever might be watching. If her siblings were here, they’d likely intervene, if not then what did it matter? If the only person who could truly judge her was all-seeing, He would know regardless. 

Pulling back after a moment, she took a few heavy breaths. Her forehead pressing against the blonde’s slightly as she steadied herself. Infuriating indeed, especially considering that pull to continue she consciously ignored. “There.” She murmured, lips all but grazing the blonde’s as she did so, before forcing herself back, hand reaching for her drink with a confidence that surprised even her--Yet Cass couldn’t seem to stop her gaze lingering a little. The colour of her own, more natural lipstick mixed with that unsmudgable red; the slightly dishevelled kink to her hair from where Cassiel’s hand had been; she found it...oddly satisfying. “Now you can run and tell your siblings you won. Stop playing games with me.” 

She didn’t break eye contact the whole time she invaded Cassiel’s personal space, faces so close she could almost feel her breathing – the angel didn’t back down, and the gesture pleased her immeasurably. Enyo didn’t move, content to sit and wait while the Cassiel formulated some type of war plan for dealing with her, observing as fingers wiped at the noticeable red mark of her lipstick until all that remained was faint pink. She was about to lean back, satisfied with the little venture into her personal space when Cassiel pulled her up and away from the bar, arm firmly settled around her shoulders, guiding her to the exit. She threw her head back in mirth, delighted peals of laughter resounding high over the din of the bar at getting even the smallest rise from the war-angel. “Easy there, tiger,” she said in response to the unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome, manhandling.

Tucked comfortably into Cassiel’s side as they strode past bouncers easily, she opened her mouth and snapped it shut with a click as she watched the archangel give a smug look and a wink at the two men. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re aware of what you all but told my coworkers, right?” She asked, the comment about her mother resonating briefly, but altogether too amused by the entire situation to be concerned about those who might be under the impression they were sleeping together in that moment. This was far too much fun.  

Coming to a stop before her motorcycle, she finally had a chance to soak in everything that had just transpired. She took a moment to adjust, blinking in the darkness. Whistling highly and letting her grin take a turn to lascivious over playful, she raised her eyebrows. “You’re taller than I remember. Have I ever told you I’d climb you like a tree?” She offered, watching as Cassiel threw one leg over the motorcycle and sat there expectantly. She remained firmly on the sidewalk, arms crossing, nose crinkling. “Figures you’d own a death trap. You expect me to get on that? Not exactly the ride I had in mind, Cassie… but I guess, for a get out of jail free card tonight, I’ll get on your little hell bike.”

Teasing a demon always seemed like playing with fire; the warmth on the back of her neck was surely the encroaching flames of Hell. But, if she really thought on it, it was her father who had led her to this. It was His orders that brought her here after all. A warrior with no wars to fight. Instead left babysitting and bored, surely he must have known the sort of trouble she’d get herself into. Cassiel was not as black and white as her siblings, especially after being forced to live in the grey, smudged lines between the two. When demons and dark entities were the main constant in her long life, how was she expected to not at the very least grow slightly fond of some of them.          

Cass smirked faintly at the comments following the walk out of the club. This was irony, was it not, being scoffed at by a demon of chaos for choosing a dangerous method of transportation? Enyo calling it her hell bike as if Hell was not the woman’s birthplace. Cassiel would not put it past her to be insinuating something now, a continuation of whatever she meant by climb you like a tree, but the angel wasn’t here to be patient with Enyo’s jokes. Cassiel shrugged, suggested “If you think it’s too dangerous…” and shifted their weight to prepare to leave without her, knowing full well Enyo would likely chase her down if she attempted that.

Lust made sure to watch, to watch every slight change in expression of the angel as she let those images flood through that mind. She noted that the angel saw her glance down at her lips. Every part of a woman was seductive, sexy, and down right temptation. Women were to be admired, and yet ravished in all ways. The beauty of the flesh, two bodies becoming one, starvation of just one single touch to ignite the very fire inside. A fire that consumed one’s soul, had them seeing red, with not a care, but to give in to the carnal flesh. No such thing as fidelity because there would always a challenge, always temptation knocking on their door. Is one strong enough to endure,to fight the pleasures that were locked deep within. All it takes is a push, a slight touch, to even get a taste of desire, but a kiss, to be enveloped in it’s Sin. She leaned forward, letting the images reply in her mind, the angel was distracted, and she wondered, if she leaned in to give her a kiss, if the angel would lose it all. All she needed was a sign, a sign, and she’d take the angel, show her ways of pleasure and feelings on a whole different level.

Smiling, she had caught the angel off guard, and that in itself was a win for Lust. “A desire.” she stated innocently, she could very well peek into the mind of the angel, but currently, not knowing, was the part that intrigued her. “I’d let you be the judge of that.” she said giving her a wink. Lust never truly cared if attention was on her, because she has been given so much of it. Did it stroke her ego? her confidence, yes, because she was wanted. “How can it bother me, when all I want to focus on, is staring back at me?” and it was the truth, as smooth as she was, when Lust focused on her target, the rest didn’t matter. Like she could do before, turn it off, so that she didn’t influence those around her. Tire, of tempting others, of turning their world upside down? of making them feel things that they themselves could not even imagine? no, she could never tire of it. “It does not get tiring, when someone brings something new, or else what would be the point? if not for fun.”

There was a small voice in the back of Cassiel’s mind telling her back down from this one. To reclaim some personal space, to get up and leave -- It could have been so easy, nothing more than her own lack of understanding as to why she should prevented her from doing such. The images running through her mind, the feeling of lips against her skin...All of a sudden the blonde was so close that mere inches would close the gap. An impulse to surge forward, if for no other reason to swipe that smile from Lust’s features, unyielding in her mind -- She almost gave into it, almost, until she caught herself at the last minute; closing here eyes and tearing her head away from the woman in some last ditch attempt to keep herself under control. It was difficult to comprehend why this was even a sin. Who would be effected, aside the one in front of her? She had no ties to another, this wasn’t some noble cause, it harmed no one...Wrath, she could understand. Envy, and greed and pride even more so, it could account for some of the greatest betrayals and most gruesome wars in humanity’s history. But Lust? When it wasn’t coming between a relationship, wouldn’t lead to tearing families apart, she couldn’t see the harm in it.

Perhaps that was half the problem. How was she supposed to fight something within herself if she couldn’t even rationalise why she should? She’d have to ask Michael about it, there was no doubt something she was missing, but right now all she could think of was the blonde everywhere, invading her senses--and yet nowhere at the same time, because she wasn’t even doing anything; not really. Her own control was the main problem here. Cassiel ignored the brief satisfaction she felt at being the object of the blonde’s focus; it would never do to examine fleeting emotions resulting from a Sin’s flighty moods. It was just a tactic after all, of that, the angel had no doubt. “Right, because that’s a line you’ve never used before...” How many times had Lust used those exact words on another, how often had she played this game over the centuries. “And this is something new for you?” Doubtful, but at least it gave a better sense of the woman’s motives.  

          “i do feel like this place is getting more interesting.” it was a statement, not said in either a positive or negative way. the premises did make her feel quite uneasy but her eccentric and erratic nature did a job job of protecting her from the darkness of pandemonium. fiona had a job to do, a calling that she just couldn’t shake. the ghosts had certainly grabbed her attention as she had passed one day, their presence booming and causing an emotional reaction in her; she knew then that she had to do something. humming lightly to herself, she closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them and turning towards the person next to her. “don’t you think it’s very strange? i have to say, it’s weirdly harmonious considering but they could definitely profit from serving quite a few different herbal teas.” fiona was difficult to read at times but one thing was for certain, she always had good intentions.

The angels look was comical, but Lust wasn’t intimidated, she was sure that this, was new, because she could see a battle behind those eyes. It was a matter of waiting to see when the angel would give in, that is if she allowed herself to. A challenge, Lust could very well push the boundaries , taking out her red lipstick from her purse, she reapplied the red. A simple act, but she liked to wear the kind that didn’t smear off. Her gaze went from the brunette eyes to her lips “Red would suit you.” she stated with a smile, she continued on, before letting her influence the angel just a bit. She painted a simple picture, allowing the other a glimpse of subtle touches that didn’t involve hands, just her lips. Starting from the base of the angels neck moving below. call it a preview. But who would Lust be to play all her cards.

 She would have thought that things could have been interesting, but the minute she saw the other realize what she truly was, it was almost disappointing. The game usually lasted longer than this, but, it wouldn’t have taken the other long anyways. Had she ever tried it with an angel, ,no, but there was a first for everything. Lust knew the bartender was staring at her, if not, that was the obvious. “Depends on your definition of good.” she said while tilting her head. She could drawn men in, and she could easily, draw them out. Lust glanced at the bartender, disconnecting any form of emotion. He straightened up and continued on his job. Turning to look back at the angel and winked.

The notion of her suiting red was pretty ironic when she thought about it. She saw more than enough of that particular colour without incorporating it intro her wardrobe. Still, it elicited a faint chuckle from Cassiel, shaking her head slightly. “What, are you giving me make-up tips now?” She questioned with a raised brow, noting where Lust’s gaze fell but attempting to ignore it. “I hope you don’t take offence if I--” Her voice trailed off completely at the sudden image, head tilting faintly as though to bar something that she knew in the back of her mind wasn’t physically there. Still, it felt real; the combined sensation and visual enough to evoke a slight reaction before it vanished. 

Swallowing the faintly caught breath in her throat, Cass didn’t bother looking beside her to ensure Lust wasn’t in fact moving back. It hadn’t been real, something she repeated to herself as her brows furrowed, before her gaze fell to the blonde once more. “...What was that?” The archangel didn’t appreciate people in her head, least of all for advances of that nature. So instead she attempted to brush it aside, keeping up with the conversation as best she could. “Would you prefer I say you’re bad at it?” She watched as the bartender straightened in place, a fleeting thought running through her mind at what it might mean. “Does it never bother you, all of this... attention?” If she could truly invoke a disinterest as she’d just shown, then it could be prevented. An embodiment of Lust or not, there had to be times when it simply bored her, as war did Cassiel. “After so many centuries, do you not tire of it?”   

It as interesting, she had this vessel she has used for a long time, and never really tapped into the emotions of Scarlett. It was easy for her, to control what she saw, and what she chose to show her vessel. It was also easy to tap Scarlett out whenever she would see Scarlett talking with others. The control she had on a helpless list of victims, Scarlett being one of them. So whenever Lust could see the craving, the look in the eyes of others, she saw all forms of desire. Did she ever return anything that was given to her? maybe for the fun of it.

Smiling at the comment of the brunette in front of her. Love. the word that not many could tell apart from Lust, was it love that drew one in, or the urge to claim because they desired the body. A fine line. Lust moved in closer, she was testing the waters, testing the others self control. “You can chose who you allow to sit close to you. You stay or you move a few seats down.” nothing was binding the angel to remain where she was. She didn’t look uncomfortable, slightly unexpected by Lust actions, if anything. “I can move away, if I’m invading your space.”

The blonde leaned in a little, but Cassiel’s face stayed forward, eyes the only thing reacting to her sudden proximity. Allowing herself a brief pause before shifting her gaze to stare the other down for once -- Perhaps not the smartest move, she was unsure how this worked. “Unfortunately, I’ve never been very good at backing down.” The angel responded, a slight challenge to her tone that even she hadn’t fully expected. No good would come of this. Cassiel knew as much and yet, she was almost intrigued. Perhaps it was simply boredom, perhaps it was another thing entirely, but there was something about toying lines with these people. The fine line between strength and self-destruction. 

The notion of her moving away had Cassiel glancing off briefly. She didn’t, necessarily, want her to leave--per say, but she knew it was likely for the best. Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, before she shut them again. Unable to find motivation to make her leave, before realising that may have been the intention. “Now I get it.” The brunette replied with a smirk so faint it was barely visible. Leaning back slightly, she glanced to the bartender with glass spilling past the brim from staring just a little too long, the men hovering around hoping to catch her eye...and Lust wasn’t even trying. “You’re rather good at this, aren’t you.”    

It was always interesting to see that even angels could fall prey to sins. Lust wasn’t even trying, let alone awakening what her abilities allowed. Yes, people are drawn, and it takes is a look in one direction and attention would be drawn, yet Lust could see that this was something the angel had not expected. That was the fun. She was sure that the angel would put two and two together. Still, watching was amusing to Lust, the woman is beautiful. That was something to be admire, because the flesh was temptation, and to indulge in the desires hidden within oneself, to unlock what one craves, that is the beauty.

Glancing down at the outfit that Lust was currently wearing, did not reveal much, if she did that, the whole bar would break out. If chaos was the powerful destruction, the lengths that people would go to give in to their desires, hearts break, trusts is broken. Lust could have anyone eating at the palm of her hand. Looking back at the woman “It would appear so, maybe this is their way of getting people together.” she stated with a smile.

A diplomat at heart, Cassiel had learnt long ago how to push her emotions just out of reach when needs be. More often than not, it tended to be wrath, or annoyance at humanity’s own stupidity when it got in the way of their pride -- Treaties had been broken for less, a level head in the face of such people was necessarily. This...certainly didn’t feel like a battlefield, but whatever emotion this was it was her own. It wasn’t one she was used to, but at least she could work on that.        

The blonde had all but sidled up beside her, it was Cass’ lack of control causing this. “Maybe.”  She responded in kind, the slightest hints of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips before she took another sip of her drink. “My sister did always love her sins after all.” A more level head eventually leading to a slightly more logical mind, it wasn’t until that moment that she began to pick up on the air around them. Her gaze finally came to rest on the woman, the faintest tilt of her head the only indication she gave to her internal thoughts -- An exceptionally powerful siren, possibly, or something a little more sinister, it was hard to tell in that moment. “But then...perhaps you already know that.”  

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The music inside is loud and Gabriel can’t help but hum the melody as he steps outside for a quick break. He gets a lighter out of his pocket, playing with it a little, watching the sparks showing and disappearing. His vessel - before he got in it - was a smoker and angel sometimes felt the need of a cigarette, but usually was good at fighting it. He liked this body, wanted it to stay in good form. 

He looked up, lighter quickly hidden back to pocket as he saw her, a smile forming on his lips at the sight of a sister. “Cassie!” he laughed quietly, almost jumping to other angel, arms wrapping around her waist in a hug. He even smashed a gentle kiss to her cheek, before backing off with glittering eyes. “Damn, so good to see you, sis!”

She hadn’t been expecting to stumble upon Gabriel as she approached Lucifer’s newest obsession. Yet another brother found standing at the entrance of Pandemonium, this was becoming a habit. It made her wonder, briefly, if Luci was still their father’s favourite despite everything. How many archangels did it truly take to watch over one club after all. She smiled in greeting, unable to say much of anything before being pulled into a hug.  

“Cassie!“ Metatron’s face lit up like the sun at the sight of his sister, a grin stretching from ear to ear. Rigby, having recognized the cues of an oncoming bear hug, leaped off his shoulder, watching nervously from the ground as the towering angel dropped the opossum to wrap his arms around the smaller celestial being, lifting her off her feet with a quick spin. “You’ve found me!”

With his older sister still in his arms, Metatron turned them both to face the very befuddled human behind them. He leaned down, just enough for Cassiel’s feet to touch the ground before releasing her. “Oh, I have taken residence down here. This man,” he gestured with one arm, “he is the mayor of these fine people, and he is currently explaining why…” The smile on his face wavered, a strained look taking its place. “What were we discussing, Mr. Mayor?”

“Why wild animals aren’t pets…” the man replied, his arms folding across his chest with a huff. His eyes flickered between the two, unsure what to make of them both. “Or friends, for that matter, and why he can’t keep them here with us.”

“Yes!” The smile returned to Metatron’s face with a snap of his fingers. “There we go! That was it.” He let out a pleased sigh, hands falling to his hips as he regarded his sister for a moment. “What about you, sister. Why are you down here?”

Cassiel braced herself for impact at the look on her younger brother’s face. It was far too common an occurrence not to know exactly what would occur next. Still, she smiled despite herself at the hug. He had this naivety to him that was always endearing to her, if not slightly too much at times. Where she was darker in nature, he was pure sunshine. 

Straightening up as he let her go and fixing her clothes slightly, she frowned at the comment. He was living down here? “Met, you do realise you could have just phoned me, right? You’ve got enough funds for accommodation and...” She trailed off slightly, well aware of the company they currently kept and not wishing to rub something like that in their faces.

Sighing faintly, she pinched the bridge of her nose at what they had been arguing over. Her brother was an archangel, created during the dawn of time itself, and yet here he was; living with the homeless as though he didn’t have immense wealth at his fingertips, and trying to justify a pet possum of all things. “He’s right, they’re not pets.” She added, before shrugging faintly. “Father sent me, I suppose... I’ve got a two bedroom loft downtown, you can stay with me for a while.” 

“So, this is it?” Michael muttered to no one in particular as he stared at the building’s facade. His Father had pulled him out of his station in the Middle East for this? Still in his army fatigues, the angel straightened himself up and oriented himself to his new station. Less than 24 hours ago he was in Iraq leading a unit comprised of mostly humans and now he was in Vegas on another bloody babysitting mission. Michael was rather unimpressed, but orders were orders. He was here to babysit Lucifer to monitor Lucifer and ensure that she didn’t expand this silly operation any further. “Well, let’s hope there’s a little more to it on the inside. Can’t judge a book by its cover, right?”

“If father has even roped you into all this nonsense, then we’re truly doomed.” Cassiel commented upon her approach. The man was a welcome sight, if not a little unexpected. There had always been something about Michael that she admired. He had the same affiliation for war as she did, and yet somehow seemed to avoid the shadows that clung to such places. Still noble and honourable to a fault in his duties; a blinding white knight in it’s most literal sense. “If by a little more you mean neon lighting and half-clothed exotic dancers then yes, get ready for enlightenment, brother.”

Enyo scoffed at polygamy, but her displeasure quickly turned at the lack of any real protest from Cassiel at her marriage insinuation. She idly tossed random liquor bottles around to entertain the crowd sitting at the bar, shifting a few drinks down the counter to quiet the grumblings of the customers. “And please, Joséphine had me to thank for the romantic love letters she fell in love with… who do you think actually worded them? She was just jealous when Napoleon declared power to be his mistress – while it was chaos, really, I didn’t have the heart to contradict him.”

“It’s not like he was ever more than just a blank slate to me – I know how you like your kings, Cassie. Did you have fun with him? Not too much, hopefully; the real fun is supposed to be reserved for me,” she said flippantly, eyebrows raised, tongue peeking out to wet her lips. “And really, let’s show a little innovation, darling! All these centuries you thought you were doing the chasing? I had to hollow out spaces and tramp the warpaths myself and make a tail for you to chase. So tonight, why don’t you lead? For once?”

She mixed a couple violently coloured drinks, setting them on fire before she spread them across the bar, signalling the end of her shift by wiping her hands on a towel. Rounding around the bar and taking the seat next to Cass smoothly, she leaned in closely, crowding in far too much to be considered any semblance of polite or comfortable. She stayed there for a couple heartbeats, grin so wide, metaphorical yellow canary feathers poked out of it. “Paint the town red for me, won’t you please? And you can start by giving me the ride of my life.”

Amazing, how Enyo whipped through drinks without really looking at her hands, ensuring each one glowed with some toxic-looking neon coloration before she shoved it off down the bar. Marked with the flair of the demon herself. Cassiel was never one for that kind of showiness–her style was all subtlety and steel, calm in the face of the storm.

Her romanticised version of the Napoleonic Era was interesting, to say the least. Cassiel remembered less of the love letters and more of the frustrating, endless coalitions and broken treaties. Why Enyo was now attributing all that chaos to Cassiel’s amusement was beyond her -– a manipulation tactic, she’d say, but a fairly benign one. An ego-stoking one, if Cassiel had much ego to inflate… She had come to prevent another building burning down and somehow ended up on an accidental date with the demon of chaos, unsure when this became such a normality that she hardly thought to question it. The blonde slid up beside her, but her face stayed forward, eyes the only thing reacting to her sudden proximity. Another few moments passed, and Cassiel rubbed at the lipstick stain with a thumb, allowing herself a moment to weigh up the carnage that may well follow a denied request.

It wasn’t hard, with Enyo perched so close, to pull the demon with her when she exited the bar; an impulse reaction if ever there was one. “You want to do this, fine. Just remember that it’s your people here.” An arm draped over the blonde’s shoulders, given their height difference, and she winked at the bouncers who eyed them curiously on their way out purely for show. “I wonder if they know your mother?” They reached her motorbike within moments, sleek black lines one of the few material things Cassiel could still admire. The angel released Enyo and sat astride it, looking up at the demon expectantly. “You wanted a ride, did you not?”

“This accommodating years ago?” Enyo asked incredulously. “We weren’t in our honeymoon phase anymore,” she pouted, jutting her bottom lip out comically, although it lasted an almost minuscule amount of time on her face, switching quickly to mirror the rare smile on Cassiel’s. “I needed those wars to keep you on your toes and thinking of me…and leave my siblings and co to some lesser beings. You’re a warrior angel, are you not? What better way to keep you to myself than to dedicate wars to you?” Her eyes lingered on the red imprint of her own lipstick left on Cassiel’s cheek smugly, and she slid a couple napkins over, noting with satisfaction that she continued to sip on the cocktail Enyo had mixed up.

“Come on, you can’t possibly say the Napoleonic Wars were boring – I even groomed Napoleon myself,” she boasted, toying with some of the angel’s hair as she began to move. “Twelve years in close quarters, Cassie. We’re common law married. That’s history, though, so consider today’s bar-fight, hm, date night.” Sliding back behind the bar, she snapped her teeth at some patrons who were aggressively courting her attention, and watched as they flinched back, seemingly reminded she had just single handedly tossed out two men twice her size. “So?” She added expectantly, grinning wider with every passing second. “Dazzle me.”

Never mess with the bartender, Cassiel thought wryly, observing the pleased way Enyo scared off her customers. Whatever strange looks the angel got from the rejected patrons she ignored–probably trying to figure out who this person was, to monopolize Enyo’s attention so much. Cassiel ignored the brief satisfaction she felt at being the object of the demon’s focus; it would never do to examine fleeting emotions resulting from Enyo’s flighty moods.

“Common-law polygamy, then,” Cassiel pointed out, matter-of-fact and not making steady eye contact (a little bit concerned that Enyo would try bring up other conquests of that particular timeframe, if she stared at her too long). “Joséphine never did like you much, I hear.” Knew, more like–Cassiel had always made a point of keeping tabs on Enyo throughout history. The demon would likely call that something like fondness or even obsession... But Enyo was pure Chaos, inevitably the one Cassiel would cross paths with the most. The conflicts she began were out in the open, salvageable sorts of wars that gave Cassiel plenty of opportunities to fight or negotiate. When Enyo started a war, Cassiel knew it would be a humanity-building process; be it her intention of not. The angel would never admit to such, but Enyo’s style was a complement to their own.

Date night, though, that was a new one. Teasing comments about romance and soulmates were not unusual coming from Enyo in a good mood– but expectations like this caught Cassiel off-guard. ‘Dazzling’ another creature was a completely foreign concept. “You already took my role in this.” She pointed out, a few more hopeful drinkers hovering around the edge of her vision now the commotion had calmed down. “You cause the chaos, I resolve it–but what’s an angel to do when you’ve done my work for me?” Diplomatic wordplay came easily for Cassiel, but Enyo’s whirlwind flirtations were harder to keep up with. The most she could do was raise an eyebrow before taking a long, slow drink, finishing off the cocktail while she waited for some kind of instruction.